We’re back from our sunny week in CA. These trips are always so hard to blog about—like I can now say “Charlie” in a high, whinnying voice and the whole family cracks up, but I can write “Charlie” here and it’s not funny at all. I can make a comment about Dale’s legendary height or the second-floor Starbucks and my family loses it, but I put it here and…crickets. I guess I’ll just show some photos then?
It was 80 degrees in Las Gatos so we couldn’t wait to get in the pool—except that it was full of these dorky looking kids.
Oh right, those are ours. I’ll never understand how my sons continue to achieve this level of uncool.
We had Easter brunch at our friends’ parents’ house, and it looked like something out of a Martha Stewart magazine. It was surreal!
The boys picked baskets of oranges from the orchard on the property. Coming from one of the grayest, rainiest springs in Seattle, it felt like they were plucking the very sun out of the sky, and yet the sun shone even brighter as the day went on.
Vincenzo ate lemons straight from the tree. My teeth wept for his.
Oh dear, but it is going to take all week to blog about the trip at this pace. I’m going to speed things up.
This week we…
visited the Redwoods
Got a little tic’d
made fun of Kevin’s mosquito bite
hugged other friends
won a duck
It was a refreshing week away from the intensity of life and school and writing—a week to just be instead of do.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Port braised lamb shank
Walnut layer cake